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Sanctuary of my Loneliness…
In the sanctuary of my loneliness
My soul is at peace
And it’s during those quiet times
I think of her…
Her perfect breasts pressed against my chest
Her heartbeat racing with mine
Breathlessly we race to the finish line
My fingers explore the small of her back
And she arches her spine
When I think of her…
These thoughts flood my memory
I only wish she knew
I miss her so desperately.
6-24-96
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